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Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf! Fell source of a' my woe and grief, For lack o' thee I've lost my lass, For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass! I see the children of affliction Unaided, through thy curs'd restriction. I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile Amid his hapless victims' spoil And for thy potence vainly wish'd To crush the villain in the dust. For lack o' thee I leave this much-lov'd shore, Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more. |
Woe befall your power, you cursed leaf! Deadly source of all my woe and grief, For lack of you I have lost my lass, For lack of you I scrimp my glass (of drink)! I see the children of affliction Unaided, through your cursed restriction. I have seen the oppressor's cruel smile Amid his hapless victims' spoil And for your potency vainly wished To crush the villain in the dust. For lack of you I leave this much loved shore, Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more. |
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